The Photographer
Old man take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you.
I can’t help but think of these Neil Young lyrics when I look at this image. We had stopped with the group to photograph a beautiful, misty road at sunrise in Vermont, when I looked over to see this photographer. An immense tree and branch framed him perfectly, and the light was to die for. I hope to be perched on hills under beautiful trees, watching the light change, when I’m an old man, too.
